Friday Lyrics

We ain't got no job

So let's get high

And spend a block on Friday

I got booku bows

Don't need a hoe

I leave her if she whining

Got lil phill rite on side me

Yea we like bat man and robin

Nigga talking crazy, Fuck dat shit

Nigga empty out yo pockets

Ran it up I'm out my top

Fuck it bitch I'm out my noggin

Ex bitch call me, Say I'm acting bad

I told her stop it

Now she see I'm on my shit

She on my dick That li hoe wilding

Now she see im on my shit

She on my dick That li hoe wilding

Bag back

Gimmie some space Before I flash

Met the plug And doubled up

I'm smoking out dem turkey bags

Told li bro Let's level up

And if they play they dey ass grass

Daddy calling trynna figure out a way to get that pack

Free my daddy

I belong in the metal home

So don't make me mad

If I'm lieing bitch I'm flying

Turnt up off 3000 grams

Ian say 3 thousand grand

Bx I said 3 thousand grams

Got da jigga juice

But dis promenthazine Up in my hand

I do my dance Like I'm Austin

Bitch you know I do my shit

Young nigga bitch im flossing

Ima dog No Michael Vick

Nigga tried to throw a cross

My nigga intercepted it

Pure dope Don't step on it

Ima boss Intelligent

Got a call Dey knocked em off

My brudda say don't rep on it

Switch up onna arp

Them green tips kill elephants

Haters so irrlevent But I b quick to flex a bx

It's my time and I can't stop

My momo say I'm heaven sent

448 up inna vacuum seal Ain't no smelling it

I step out I'm smoking runtz

Tats on my body bitch I'm Fresh

Rolled a ball up in my blunt

Bx ima rapper smoking wax

We can take it to the max

Jump out yo body Be a pack

556 up inna yo

Dis bx look like a Diamond back

Dirtymoney took yo chain

Bx come get yo Diamonds back

Inna rental w dat thang

Just caught a play Infront of saks

Bout my gang

I go insane Stop for gas

Spend back to back

Yea it's friday

We ain't got shit to do So roll up

I just got me some more pints

You know I'm Finna pour up

Inna club

Just got a bottle no chaser

Throwing up

Bitch it's dumb

You know li tinnyy out his scalp He turnt up

We ain't got no job

So let's get high

And spend a block on Friday

I got booku bows

Don't need a hoe

I leave her if she whining

Got li phill rite on side me

Yea we like bat man and robin

Nigga talking crazy, Fuck dat shit

Nigga empty out yo pockets

Ran it up I'm out my top

Fuck it bitch I'm out my noggin

Ex bitch call me Say I'm acting bad

I told her stop it

Now she see im on my shit

She on my dick That li hoe wilding

Now she see im on my shit

She on my dick That li hoe wilding